If You Really Loved Me Part 41

This jury did not know that the "prosecutor" and "investigator" that David Brown sought to have killed were Jeoff Robinson and Jay Newell. Their names would never be mentioned in this courtroom as potential victims. All the tapes to be played had been edited so that Robinson's and Newell's names would not come through.

"He wasn't set up or pressured," Robinson explained. A calm voice speaking of uncalm motivation. "He wanted it done. He had a lot of money to subsidize the plan. Steinhart thought Brown was kind of crazya"but the money was good."

Robinson pointed out the inconsistencies in David Brown's reasons for ordering the hits. "I'm doing this because I'm innocent?. . . And when David Brown hears from Steinhart that the prosecutor and the investigator are dead, he says, 'I love you, buddy. I'd get more excited but there's too many people in the tank.'"

There was so much for the jurors to absorb in one hearing. Newell, McLean, and Robinson had constructed this case as painstakingly as a skysc.r.a.per made of toothpicks. It was just as complicated: five years of lies and plots and killing games.

Robinson left the jury with "buzz words," David Brown's phrases that the investigators had learned to recognize, words that had telegraphed lies, words that demonstrated the defendant's cowardice: "Honest to G.o.d" .. . "Leave me out" . . . "Don't give me up!" . . . "I'm not involved" . . . "Don't mention my name."

"The bottom line," Robinson summed up. "This case belies David Brown's righteous indignation. He was a diabolical manipulator. Linda was older, getting a mind of her own. He wanted a new robot, and he did it for eight hundred and thirty-five thousand dollars. He did it to kill the DA and the investigator to weaken the case.

"He did it to get away with murder!"

How could a defense attorney, even one as talented as Gary Pohlson, stand up now and present a believable opening statement? Robinson had deliberately brought out all the weak spots in his own case. It was a slya"and time-worna"tactic meant to reduce the impact of information that would surely come from the defense. Robinson had even mentioned the minute amount of cocaine found in Linda Brown's blood in postmortem tests. Pohlson expected all this. The two attorneys knew each other well. They had had ample opportunity to study each other's style and technique.

Pohlson rose and spoke to the jury of unnamed witnesses who would come forward to substantiate the natural panic of an innocent man. Only a desperate man would agree to a murder plot, and Pohlson hinted that David Brown's reason had become unhinged. Pohlson's only other avenue of defense would be to attack Cinnamon Brown and Patti Bailey.

Throwaway girls.

Pohlson explained that he usually reserved his opening statement until the defense portion of the trial began. "I figure this case opens with the prosecution's case." He said he agreed with the facts as stated, but he did not agree with what the facts meant. He suggested that the evidence showed something entirely different. "These two girls had their own agenda, their own problems. . . . Cinnamon and Patti are going to lie as they have lied beforea"over and over and over again. They have motives."

Pohlson outlined the motivations behind Cinnamon Brown and Patti Bailey, the reasons he submitted that they killed Linda Brown all on their own. "Cinnamon Brown killed Linda. She'd been expelled from Brenda's housea" again. Things were not going well. She told the medical student, the police, the psychiatrist, about the problems. Three months prior to the murder, she was upset, she had problems with Linda. The day before, Linda said Cinnamon would be gone. Again, Linda allegedly said she would kill Cinnamon if she didn't leave... . She's nineteen. Is she really young and immature? How was she five years ago? Depressed. Upset. Impressionable. She told people, 'Linda was the cause of all my problems.' She thinks, 'I may lose my dad. She's giving me and my dad a hard time.'"

And Patti. Pohlson took a chance here. Like Robinson, he laid out the worst news for his side. "Patti is also having problems with Linda. Patti had been in love with David for a long time. As early as eleven, s.e.xual molestation; at fifteen, they started intercourse. Patti was very jealous of Linda. She wants to supplant Linda. She wants what he can give her. Linda had lots of jewelrya"cars. Both girls wanted what Linda had."

One by one, Pohlson pointed out the lies Cinnamon and Patti had told. And there were many lies. Why would both these young women turn on David Brown at this point? "Cinnamon's motive is to get out of prison. She wants to lay it on David and Patti. Patti? Patti isn't sure her sister is really dead. Is Linda in the car with her when she drives? Patti's state of mind? What would help her as she comes forward November seventh, 1988? She has somethinga"a great deala"to gain. Instead of twenty-seven years to life in prison, she gets out when she's only twenty-five."

And now Pohlson tackled a most worrisome area. Until the day before trial, Pohlson had fought to keep the 1989 murder plot out of this trial. But Judge McCartin had allowed it in, and Pohlson had to put out the brush fires of doubt that it would surely start.

If David Brown was innocent, why would he plot to have Patti and the "prosecutor" and the "investigator" killed? "We'll hear from Joel Baruch," Pohlson said. "You will hear that David Brown got panicked by Baruch. Baruch asked to be excused because Jeoff Robinson intimidates him."

Pohlson's point was that if Joel Baruch was intimidated by Robinson, then David Brown, an avowed coward, was totally panicked.

"An innocent man believes he's being railroaded by a prosecutor on a vendetta. He kind of lost it. [The murder plot] was Irv Cully's ideaa"and he's a longtime snitch." His client, Pohlson explained, was confused. He quoted David: "I don't know what was going through my mind. I was innocent. I didn't know how to get out of this."

"The prosecutor scared him," Pohlson said, and then he summed up the thrust of his case. "We won't differ on the facts. But we'll argue and fight on what they mean. Keep in mind 'reasonable doubt.'

" 'Lies' is the operative word."

If Pohlson's viewpoint was to be believed, then the jury would have to see Cinnamon and Patti as wicked, scheming teenagers who would kill to get what they wanted. Jewelry and cars and presents, and for Patti, s.e.x with David, undeterred by her older sister.

David Brown relaxed. His attorney had revealed the girls as the treacherous little liars they were.

Robinson and Newell had expected Gary Pohlson to go after their main witnesses. There had been no surprises.

It was time to let the jury relive the case through the eyes of those who were there five years ago.

"Call Officer Alan Day."

A parade of police witnesses took the stand first, consulting their notepads, although their memories of the early hours of March 19, 1985, were crystalline. This case had disturbed them from the beginning.

"Mr. Brown looked haggard," Officer Day testified, describing David's demeanor on the murder night. "Chainsmokinga"his hands trembled lighting cigarettes. He looked older than he was. He was very lucid, but vague on specific times he was certain places. He broke into a sweat."

Day repeated what David had told him of his whereabouts at the time of the murder and what he had done after he returned home to find Patti Bailey near hysteria. "He said he saw Linda in an 'unusual' positiona"with her arm over the side of the bed, and she never lay like that." But David had told Day he was afraid to go into the master bedroom. He made sure Patti was okay, then called his father and told him that Cinnamon had killed Linda.

Gary Pohlson cross-examined Day briefly. "Where did you think Cinnamon would be?" he asked.

"The trailer is the only place I can think of."

Fred McLean followed Day to the witness stand, testifying in his laconic Kansas drawl. His memory of the green stucco house was photographic. He could close his eyes and see the .38 revolver lying on the s.h.a.ggy yellow carpet of the master bedroom.

Robinson asked McLean to describe how he found Cinnamon.

"Mr. Brown said he believed Cinnamon was maybe at her mother's or at a friend's. I went back out to the backyard, even though the other officers had searched and found no one. The area behind the garage is not visible from the back door. You have to go back there."

Robinson introduced photographs of two red doghouses; the floor of the larger one was covered with vomit.

"Why did you go back there?"

"It was the only possible place where the suspect might be. There were three small, excited dogs in the kennel area. I realized they weren't dangerous, so I went in. I looked into the door of the large doghouse and saw a crouched figure. I called, 'Cinnamon?' Her answer was unintelligible. I put my hand in and said, 'Come out.'"

"Did she?"

"She did. She was not really coherent. She was sluggish and clutching a cardboard notea"she was covered with vomit."

"What did the note say?"

"'Dear G.o.d'"a"McLean's voice softened as he remembereda""'Dear G.o.d, please forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt her.'"

On cross-examination, Pohlson asked if the empty medicine vials were fingerprinted.

"No. I had already handled them getting them to the hospital. The gla.s.s was fingerprinted."

But the prints wouldn't really have mattered; all the suspects lived in the house.

"Call Cinnamon Brown!"

This was the prosecution witness that those watching had been waiting to see and hear. A few days before, Jay Newell and Fred McLean had driven Cinnamon and Patti Bailey down from Ventura and lodged them in separate wings under tight security in Juvenile Hall. "We didn't dare risk their safety by putting them into the county jail," Newell explained. "David might have found a way to get to them before they testified."

All eyes fixed on the door to the left of Judge McCartin.

Newell and McLean led Cinnamon Brown to the witness stand. She was small, still only a shade over five feet tall, a girl-woman who had become quite beautiful in her years of captivity. Her now-blond hair was thick and wavy and tumbled in s.h.i.+ny twists to her waist. She wore very little makeup, and her dress was pale peach and high necked. She wore cream-colored pumps with high heels.

Cinnamon looked at Jeoff Robinson and pursed her lips nervously. She did not glance toward the defense table. Her father focused on the table in front of him. The gallery would learn to gauge his emotional responses chiefly by the tinge of scarlet that occasionally crept up his neck, ora" when he was intensely disturbeda"by the lack of any color at all. Then, even his ears were stark white.

Robinson stood far back from his witness, but his body language was sheltering. He was going to have to pull Cinnamon along through h.e.l.l nowa"hoping it would somehow save her from worse battering when she was cross-examined.

"Cinnamon, did you ever tell some lies before you came into court? Did you tell lies on the subject of Linda's death?"

"Yes."

"Objection!"

"Sustained."

"Cinnamon, did you tell more than ten lies?"

"No." Cinnamon Brown's voice was childlike and very faint.

"Are you going to lie today?"

"No."

"Objection!"

Robinson and Pohlson approached the bench, conferred with Judge McCartin, and appeared to have come to some kind of agreement.

"Where do you live?"

"Ventura School."

"Is that a prison?"

"Yes."

"How long have you lived there?" "Four and a half years."

"Why are you living in a prison?"

"Because I killed Linda."

There it was. Robinson had gone to the heart of what the jury was surely wondering. If Cinnamon had lied in the past, she had admitted it. She admitted the biggest lie of alla"that she lied about killing Linda.

"Who was Linda?"

"My stepmom."

"Cinnamon, let's go back to March of 1985. Remember the night the crime occurred?"

"Yes."

"Who was living at the house?"

"Me, Linda, my father, Patti, Krystala"my little sister."

"How old was Krystal?"

"I'm not sure. She was an infant. Small."

"Cinnamon, how was it that Patti Bailey was living at your home?"

"I think it was because their house wasn't suitablea"so she came to live with us. I'm not sure...."

"Cinnamon, going back six or seven months before, was it the same group living in your house?"

"Yes."

". .. Did you overhear something between Patti Bailey and your dad?"

Over objections, she was allowed to answer only "Yes, I did."

"On March nineteenth, 1985, were you suffering mental problems?"

"No."

"Were you suicidal?"

"No."

"Do you know what being depressed means?"

"Yes."

"Were you depressed?"

"No."

Cinnamon's answers came in monosyllables. She offered nothing more. It didn't matter. Robinson would gradually draw the true story from her. There was no hurry. He occasionally used vocabulary that was common to most, but a shade beyond what Cinnamon was familiar with. The technique enhanced the picture of a fourteen-year-old girl still caught in time.

Pohlson studied the witness carefully. If he was going to free his client, he would have to lean hard on Cinnamon and on Patti.

"Cinnamon, how old were you in 1985?" Robinson continued.